Harmony Of The Forest
He hears the wind’s sweet sigh.
by Maxinne Sentina
He feels the cool, crisp air.
He sees the cluster of tall trees,
Swaying branches and rustling leaves.
He sees and hears the birds that fly
And those chirping among the trees.
He admires the soothing sound
Of sweet and tranquil melodies.
He sees the setting sun
And feels the warmth it creates.
He sees the glitter and gleam
Of its golden and scarlet rays.
He sees the silver moonlight
That gently touches his face.
The silvery beam makes his eyes
Flicker like fireflies.
He listens to the falling rapids
And the river ever flowing.
He sees, he hears, he smells, he feels
The harmony of the forest.